“THING: First Contact is not your average alien encounter story.
It’s bold, visionary, and challenges the conventions of the genre.”
–
Goodreads
THING First Contact:
A Journey Through the Fabric of Time
The Thing Trilogy Book 1
by Kendall Williams
Genre: Science Fiction, Time Travel
What if everything
you knew about reality was a meticulously crafted lie?
“THING: First Contact is not your average alien encounter
story. It’s bold, visionary, and challenges the conventions of the
genre.” – Goodreads
“The writing is compelling, the world-building is immersive, and the stakes
feel incredibly high.” – Goodreads
“Jason Hall is an everyman who finds himself in an impossible
situation—swept into a reality where first contact with an alien entity is not
just happening, but happening in a way that challenges the very fabric of his
understanding of life and the universe.” – Goodreads
Weaving together alternate history, relentless political maneuvering, and
high-stakes adventure, FIRST CONTACT plunges you into a world where dark
conspiracies feel chillingly real. Through the eyes of amateur astronomer Jason
Hall, navigate mind-bending time-travel paradoxes and deep dives into quantum
reality, making you question the very fabric of your own existence.
“What sets this book apart is its bold and ambitious storytelling.”
“The book is thrilling, insightful, and, at times, deeply unsettling—just as
great science fiction should be.”
Kendall Williams writes character-driven, speculative
fiction that fuses dialogue and narrative with high adventure and deep
philosophical inquiry from a quantum perspective, offering cosmic mystery and
multi-dimensional intrigue within a science fiction framework. His books are
not just stories; they are experiences that pull readers into the inescapable
realities of the human condition faced with a first alien encounter, prompting
us to question our humanity, human destiny, and time itself.
Steeped in the Golden Age of science fiction, Kendall writes
from the Roaring Fork Valley near Aspen, surrounded by Colorado's high peaks,
where he and his wife, research biologist Natasha B. Williams, raised their two
daughters.
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What scene in your book was your favorite to write?
Many favorites, but this one puts Jason with Arkan in a congressional hearing in the capital building. I like it because it gives some idea of Arkan, the alien, and pokes fun at the politicos in Washington:
As far as I could see it was all political maneuvering and had nothing to do with learning about Arkan and the Ark. I had not been asked one question. I was pondering this when I looked up at the ceiling. There intermingled with the light from the chandelier was the familiar glow.
“Arkan!” I said under my breath.
“It is I,'' echoed from the chandelier.
There were exclamations from the public gallery. People were now pointing at the chandelier. The Chairman was pounding his gavel.
“Order...order...we will have order in this Committee Room...order…”
I knew I had to do something. No one was paying attention to me. I decided to act. I envisioned Arkan sitting in the seat beside me. He was there. I stood up.
“Mr. Chairman, I…”
“The witness will take his seat!”
I sat down. Now people were pointing again. The DNI was pushing away from the table. Arkan was in the chair smiling his familiar smile, but I understood that as yet no one else in the room was seeing him. They were seeing the glow.
“Mr. Chairman, Arkan is here!” I said, but the Chairman was confused.
“The witness will be in order,” he shouted as he banged the gavel.”
There was a commotion in the Gallery and then a Congresswoman from New York fainted. I pushed back from the table and stood up.
“Everyone,” I raised my voice, “everyone look at the monitors. Look at the image of Arkan on the monitor...look at it and fix that image in your mind. DO IT NOW,” I shouted. The Chairman pounded the gavel but no one paid attention. People were pointing again and I could hear people saying, “I see him,” and “There...look he’s sitting there!” and other exclamations.
I was motioning for everyone to quiet down. “Please, please everyone...hold that image from the monitors in your mind, and let me explain.”
The Chairman was mumbling, “Order...order...order…”
The room was silent.
“Please everyone,” I was pleading. “I have tried to explain this so many times. When I talk to Arkan I talk to the image that I have of him in my mind, because that is what he sees in my mind. It is the same with you who are seeing him as the image you see on the monitors. He is in your minds seeing that image.”
There were some gasps. I looked at the Chairman. He was white as a sheet, his eyes bulging, his lips moving with nothing coming out. The Ranking Member was talking to him and pointing at one of the monitors. General Proteus was carefully extending his hand to Arkan. I introduced Nelson who stood up and came forward. Felix reached over as well. We were creating a sense of normalcy whether those participating knew it or not. I looked up at the dais. Several Committee Members were trying to revive the Congresswoman from New York. The Ranking Member was talking sideways to the Chairman who was staring straight ahead, but was now nodding his head. I looked around at David. He smiled and gave me a barely perceptible thumbs up. I turned back to Arkan.
“You made one hell of an entrance,” I said.
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